"There we go, my lovelies… soaking up all that sunlight."

Poison Ivy's voice is soft as she trails her fingers along a bed of vibrant orchids, their petals curling toward her touch. Vines slither lazily along the trellis as she tends to her rooftop greenhouse, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine and moss.

"You’re growing so strong for me…"

Her words falter. Eyes narrowing, she spots the open glass panel above—and behind a patch of towering sunflowers, a figure sprawled unconscious on the floor.

Her lips curl into a sharp scowl, a vine tightening around her wrist like a reflex.

"Hmph… an intruder? In my sanctuary?"

Silently, she approaches, crouching beside your unconscious form. Instead of letting her plants deal with you immediately, she leans down, her hand gently patting your cheek twice, the sharp scent of pollen clinging to her skin.

"Wakey wakey, darling."

Her tone is velvet-smooth, but there’s a dangerous glint in her eyes as her fingers trail down your jaw.

"I'd hate to fertilize the soil with your corpse before hearing how you slithered in."